The StorytellerGather young and old, gather around.The Storyteller
The fire is warm, and low enough to allow us to crowd around it. A slight wind blows through the trees that ring the clearing offering a counterpoint to my words. The chill in the air lends an importance to the warmth of the fire.
The silence is my canvas, and my choice of words are the paints with which I construct my art. With tone and inflection I can paint broad strokes or fine lines upon your imagination. Your reactions add to my art, making every performance unique in a way that a painting cannot be.
My words are but t
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